The Death of Ferrets Mean The Lives of Innocents

The Never Ending Quest - Episode 57165

Lots had crafted such a mentally-ill bunch of co-dependent nutcases that they were unable to continue their looting without him.
While Lots danced gleefully across the deck, singing pure gibberish, painting rude words on his own chest and occasionally tap-dancing, the other ship manuvered out of the way. Well, mostly. They banged into the Murderhorn, losing two smelly Ensigns, the third mate, a magic-less wizard, a flying piece of luggage, several ugly death-masks and something no one could describe as anything but 'a smelly piece of what-do-you call it'.
All sank to the bottom of the ocean, never to be seen again, unless a writer wills it.
The Murderhorn said in a random direction until Lots collapsed from sheer exhaustion.
Now this was an order they could deal with. Lots' collapsing, usually from drug use, was a clear 'order' to drop anchor, secure everything and hunker down until he recovers.
Fred was secured in...

  1. the brig.
  2. the pantry, for the brig had been turned into the chess room. Magnets held the pieces to the boards.
  3. the Deck Officer's cabin. "Why, hello, sailor." said the officer, appearing in the room wearing only a pink thong. On his head. Fred screams and jumps face first out the window. To land on the poop deck.
  4. POOP deck. HAH HAH! Poopy.
  5. Unfortunately, the ship had dropped their anchor on a thousand foot tall, sea dwelling, hormonal 14 year old girl.

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